The colgadas are difficult to learn, and the balance of the forces between the man and woman as they move does not come. They stumble and fall apart.
'Ah, yes,' says La Luna and stops the practice to show. 'The woman follows the man, eh?, but the man also follows the woman.'
She calls for music, and her partner settles them into place as the strains of the instruments fill the tiny milonga and take hold. The eyes of La Luna close in a patient ecstasy, and her arm molds itself to her partner's shoulders. As the body of La Luna sways, her partner echoes and opposes the movement in his own body. They are a perfect counterbalance.
They make each other antigravitational.
Friday, August 18, 2006
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